WARNING: Kids with no filters, coarse language, and maybe a teeny tiny teensy element of mpreg that has been worded so that you can just ignore it or put it as adoption or surrogate situation and will continue to be treated as so.

Hi yes if you cannot tell yet this is a very self-indulgent fic. You have been warned.

When you sick and wasting away on the bed, you develop plot bunny and you write. Because what else can you do.

Hope you'd enjoy!

The measure of how far away Foosha was could be seen by the fact that it took the intercity train 8 hours before it finally arrived in the small, but no longer rustic station, the only one for the entire town. Kid almost couldn't recognize it, and if it wasn't for the mechanical announcing lady's voice telling them that this is indeed Foosha and therefore, his destination, he wouldn't have known any better.

He walked out of the train, one hand - and only one, he thought bitterly - carrying a rather large luggage filled with his meagre possession. His old roommate back in Raftel City, Killer, promised to send in the rest of his stuff soon, and well as making him promise he'd call and visit every now and then. Well, Heat and Wire had been the one who made him promise that one, but even if they hadn't begged and cried at his feet, Kid knew he would've done it all the same. He missed them already, and it's not even a whole day since he left.

The sun had only risen on the horizon, and that was all that was the same with this Foosha and the Foosha in his memory. The old announcement board was now replaced with a much more modern screen, showing the last two destination before the train reached its last, and long gone was the awful wooden floors that become soaked and stained whenever it was the rainy season. In its place were shiny tiles, all the way from the platform and to the exit.

Speaking of the exit, there's not a lot of people around there, only the people who had boarded with him making their way out or people from the outside making their way in. The red haired man looked around, watchful of the few people loitering around. Ace texted him 10 minutes ago that he had arrived, but so far, Kid hasn't seen anyone who closely resembled his friend. He didn't think he would change that much too; Kid know he sure as hell hadn't.

He was still glancing from side to side, making his way around the now unfamiliar layout of the station's entrance way and only focusing on finding a familiar dark hair and freckled face that he nearly bulldoze over a small child standing still in his way.

The boy, who couldn't look like he's older than 7 years old, stared up to him, blue eyes wide and head filled with fuzzy blonde tufts. He reached in to his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It turns out to be a picture, which Kid recognize quickly to be a photo of himself, judging by the shock of red. When the boy looked up again, Kid noticed he had a plaster on one side of his jaw, and when he opened his mouth, he could also see that he's missing one of his front tooth, "Are you Eustass Kid?" he asked, voice squeaky as customary of that age.

Kid blinked, unsure as to why this little child would know him and why he would be looking for him, "Uh, yeah?"

The boy stared up at him, more specifically to his head, "Wow, you really do look like a giant ass tulip,"

Not even 5 minutes since he arrived and he's already been insulted by a little kid. It has to be a new record of sorts.

Still, the insult was familiar. Kid kneeled down, putting himself to the boy's eye level as best as he could. The blonde boy still had to crane up to meet his face, but at least it wasn't as extreme as before, "I'm guessing you're here to pick me up with Ace?" he asked, "Why is he bringing someone else's kid around? Is he babysitting you or something?"

The little boy cocked his head, frowned, and said, "You're not too bright, are you?"

That does it.

"Listen here, you little shit—"

"Sabo! There you are!"

Kid never get to finish his threat - and in retrospect it's a good thing because did he just threaten a 6 years old? - when the boy looked away from him, and Kid looked up to see a much more familiar person approaching them.

Ace hasn't changed much in the last 8 years, except for growing into his limbs and body, no longer gangly and awkward but more filled in, as evident through the thin shirt he was wearing in this sweltering summer heat. He even still had the same wavy short haircut, some of it which was now being tugged in the tiny hand of dark haired baby in his hold. The little boy from earlier ran off to him, clinging to his dark green cargo pants.

He patted the boy's head and looked back to Kid, smiling widely, "Kid! Holy shit it's so good to see you! Damn," he gave him a cursory gaze, grinning, "Look at you, the same old giant meathead, even after 8 years,"

"Least i can grow taller," he teased, measuring his 6'8 compared to Ace's 6'1. Not that that's short in anyway, but a lot of people are compared to Kid, "You don't change much either,"

His dark haired friend snorted, bouncing the little baby in his arm slightly, "Are you kidding me? The me from 8 years ago doesn't have little tykes like this swarming around me at any given moment," despite his words, his tone was affectionate, and his smile even more so. He reached down, ruffling the little blonde boy's head and making him giggle, "You've met Sabo, and this," he bounced the little baby in his arms, mouth occupied by a yellow pacifier and arm still relentlessly tugging on Ace's hair, "Is Luffy. Boys, this is Kid, my old friend from highschool. He's going to be living with us until he gets better,"

The little baby babbled, blowing spit bubbles around his pacifier, a reply of sorts, perhaps. The blonde boy, Sabo, moved closer to Ace, clinging to his leg, "Daddy, he called me a little shit,"

Wait, what?

"Well, did you call him names first, Sabo?"

"I just said he looked like a big ass tulip. But you called him that, Daddy,"

"Hold on," in reflex he lifted his left arm, but when he couldn't feel anything, it took Kid several seconds to remember that there was nothing there. He dropped his luggage instead, making his palm face the trio in front of him, "Did he just call you Daddy?"

Ace stopped mid reply, quirking his brow, "Uh, yeah?"

"Why?"

The freckled male gave him a confused look, and then traded one with Sabo. The boy shrugged, "I also called him not too bright, but you hafta admit, i'm onto something there,"

Luffy, the little baby babbled again, clutching a part of Ace's white shirt and putting it into his mouth.

Outside from the station, Foosha changed. The last time Kid was there, most of the road were simply dirt and soil, and the little shops were mostly private owned. Now, anywhere he looked, the roads had asphalt, so no more bumping your head in a ride and biting your tongue, and while most of the shop and diners were still plenty small and hold familiar names, new ones had popped up, names of modern chains and one large supermarket.

On the backseat, Luffy was fast asleep in his little baby carrier, holding onto both a reindeer doll and toy shaped like chicken drumsticks, which he was drooling liberally on. Right next to him, Sabo leaned against the glasses, humming a little song Kid recognize from a famous children's cartoon series. Once or twice during the drive he would piped up, calling out the name of one of the shops, and asked Ace if they can have a particular food for dinner. Ace's answer would always be the same, patient, "We'll see if Pops is up to it later,"

That hadn't stopped to amaze Kid.

"Sorry i didn't invite you to the wedding," he continued once Sabo was finished with his new set of list for what he wanted for dinner, and was back to humming his children cartoon song, "I actually had the invitation sent out, but the only address i had was the address you gave me before you left town the first time. They said you moved out and with the preparation and everything, i didn't have the time to track you down,"

"It's alright, i moved around a lot," his previous job had required him to, and his last stay in Raftel was shaping up to be the longest time he stayed in one place until his accident happened, "But hell, you, married with kids. Out of everything i thought would change in Foosha, that probably surprised me the most,"

Ace laughed, slowing down the car behind the traffic, "Wait 'till you see who i married," he said enigmatically.

The news that he lost his arm, and later his job had been a hard pill to swallow. Therapy took a lot out of him, and with no more source of income and most of his savings goes to the hospital bill, living in the expensive city was no longer an option. He didn't have any family back in Foosha, but he had some of his old friends, and after he laid out his situation, Ace, one of his best buddies growing up, had immediately told him that he's welcome to stay, at least until he got his footing back.

The house they stopped to was a modest one, following the tradition of small and quaint abodes in Foosha, with a little garden on the front littered with kids and pet toys combined, and probably a similar situation on the backyard, "We prepared the guest room already, so feel free to put your stuff in whenever you're ready," Ace told him as they walked in, while admonishing Sabo about running around the hallway, "It's on the first door to your left, near the living room, can't miss it. I'll just be in the boys' room, so if you need any help, just give me a holler. Sabo, go follow Kid and give him a hand, okay? I'm going to feed your brother,"

"Okay, Dad," Sabo nodded obediently as Ace walked away, leaving Kid alone with him. The red haired man watched as his friend walked away, cooing softly at the sleepy baby in his arm, "Holy crap," was all he managed to say. The Ace he remembered from years ago had been a loud mouthed, brash, and angry teenager. He had been the first out of the 'delinquents' group they were in to get a tattoo, a massive one right on his back, slept in every class it was a miracle he could even graduate, and was always itching for a fight. This Ace looks nothing like that.

Still, this parental look is a good look on him. This Ace is also obviously much happier than the angst-ridden one he left years ago.

The guest room was about the same size as his bedroom back in Raftel, and it was furnished with a lot more care than his. The moment Kid stepped into the room, he saw a large black pile on the bed, one that he first figured to be pillows but turns out to be a massive, stern eyed Great Dane.

"Dragon! There you are!" Sabo cheered next to him, rushing over to the bed to climb on top of the dog. Dragon - who the hell named their dog 'dragon?' - huffed, sniffing the top of Sabo's head before he finally seems to caught that someone else was in the room. He stared at Kid before climbing down from the bed, much to Sabo's vocal disappointment, then making his way over to circle around him.

"Uh," the tall man uttered, watching carefully as the dog sniffed on one of his shoes, "Nice doggy?"

The dog stared up at him with a look that can only be interpreted as 'insulted', and woofed lowly. Then he moved away and fell asleep on another corner.

"This is usually Dragon's bedroom," he heard from the bed, and Kid switched his gaze to Sabo, who climbed back down from the bed and over to the large dog to sit next to him. Dragon barely moved, only swinging his tail to thump against the floor, "Pops and Daddy let him sleep here. That was his way of telling you that you're allowed to stay here too,"

Okay, so he'd be sharing room with a dog. If he doesn't bring a woman at random in the middle of the night, then he's already a big improvement from Wire.

Unpacking with one arm was hard, and despite being nothing else but a little shit he had accused him off since meeting him, Sabo was nice enough to help him put things away and hold stuff for him once he began to struggle with some of the more complicated process of putting his stuff away. It was a blissful silence for a moment, with him directing his friend's son - boy, that's still going to be a weird concept down the road - where to put things, when the question finally came, "What happened to your arm?"

Kid paused during his putting away his - already pressed and attached to a hanger, thank god for Killer - various jackets, "It's an accident from work," he told the kid, glancing to the remaining stub that was a lot more pronounced now that he shed his jacket off and was only wearing a short sleeve shirt, "I work in a construction, and during a pretty sensitive process, some idiot accidentally changed the machine's trajectory. Didn't even realize what happened until i felt this blinding pain on my side, and everyone was fucking shouting at me. Look to my shoulder, one moment arm was there, the next, arm was on the floor,"

In retrospect, maybe he should've explained it in a more gentle way, and probably with less cursing. Sure, he always felt a little pissed off whenever he was asked that question, but he's talking to a 7 years old. A 7 years old whose parents were gracious enough to let him stay in their place with no cost until he recovers.

But Sabo didn't cry or become scared, like he thought he would, not even with a little flinch. Then again, this is Ace's kid. Any kid that comes from the guy who used to break people's bones with a pipe during a gang brawl was probably made out of sterner stuff, "You can't just sew it back?"

"I would if i could, but sadly, that's not how human body works, kid,"

The boy pouted, "I'm not a kid. I'm 5,"

Okay, even smaller than he expected then, "And i'm 25. You're a kid to me whether you like it or not, kiddo,"

"Your name is literally Kid, so there!"

"How is that a comeback?"

Sabo pouted a little, before throwing his face away with a squeaky harrumph. He still helped with the unpacking, however, so he may not be that pissed off at Kid.

An hour later found Kid in the living room, watching Sabo plays around with a toy dragon and a miniature medieval soldier, using the dog Dragon's back as some sort of a imaginary hill. One of the door opened and Ace walked out, dressed in a new shirt with Luffy in his arms also wearing a different pair of onesie, "Sorry it took me a while. Luffy was fussy and he threw up all over me," as he walked closer to the sofa that Kid occupied, the redhead noticed that he vaguely smelled of said vomit, but it was covered generously by the scent of baby powder and milk, "We're planning to eat out tonight, and since this is your first day back here, i can take your to see around town. My husband just texted me and said we'll meet him later in the diner,"

"Cool. Where are we eating?"

Ace ushered Sabo away to tell him to change his clothes, and sat down next to Kid once the boy left with his dog in tow. Ace grinned, "Where else is there?"

The extent of Foosha's growth were miles and miles away, and Ace only showed him only some of it, including their own hangout place, old town meeting points and even their old school and the new university branch from some Ivy league that settled here, and Ace's husband apparently taught in both places. He'd have more time to explore next time, he told Kid, but along the way, Sabo started demanding to be fed, and Luffy woke up from his slumber and started fussing at the mention of food despite only being fed not an hour ago.

"Kids all got black holes," Kid teased, as Ace frustratedly tries to calm them down, "Now who does that remind me of,"

Ace gave him a dry glare, and as if on cue, his own stomach rumbled.

The diner turns out to be RipOffs Bar, and Kid's eyes practically glowed when he saw the familiar sign. It barely changed at all when he grew up and even after he left, it still didn't change. The neon sign on top of the establishment was the same, the decor, and even the faces behind the counter and in front of it were all the same.

"Does my eyes deceive me? Eustass Kid!" he turned at the mention of his name, and found a large stocky woman moved from behind the bar. A smaller, petite woman next to her giggled, "Look at you, you city slicker! When Ace said you're coming back i couldn't belie— Oh, dear boy, i'm so sorry,"

The cheer on the woman's face died down, and it didn't take Kid long to realize that she had seen that one part of his body is not as complete as the other, "Nah, it's not that bad anymore, Dadan," he assured her, shrugging. It actually isn't, since it hasn't been a few months since the entire incident, and yet he still forgot that he's missing one arm now. Still, he just met up with the old people in his life, and Kid's not about to think about that. Meanwhile, Ace and Sabo had moved to one of the empty booths, and he saw Makino leaving from behind the counter to approach the little family, "Good to see you too, though. You don't look like you've aged a day since i last left you,"

"Hmph, you should've seen Shakky. Pity that you missed her, she's visiting the next town over with Rayleigh and won't be back until tomorrow night,"

Kid was about to say something else, when there's a crash from the kitchen and a loud voice squealing, "Eustass Kid is finally here?!" the kitchen door was slammed open and as soon as Kid landed his eyes on pink hair, he knew exactly who it was, "You piece of shit! No letter, no email, and yet you dare show your ugly mug!"

"Fuck you, you didn't send me shit too, Bonney," he shouted back with a toothy grin, and dissolved into laughter as Bonney launched herself up to him, hugging him tight. She was wearing a uniform that Kid recognize as the bar's waitress uniform, and with that and the fact that she didn't change made Kid feel like he never even left, "Still the skimpy barmaid after all these years?"

The girl barked a laugh, "Best gig around town, and working here means i get all the food i want," she cackled, making Dadan shout that 'You're supposed to pay for that, you brat!', "Nah, i also moonlight around town, figuring out what i'm gonna do. Felt like i'm the only one of our group that hasn't. You left town, Apoo tours around the continent making that racket he calls music, Drake joins the military, Hawkins opens up shop for his fortune telling, and even Mr. Dad over there finally realize his dream to be the best housewife in town,"

"Hey!" Ace protested, but never stopping from helping Sabo to climb up the seat.

People were beginning to look at their direction, and Dadan told them to pipe it down. Kid noticed that even the menu was the same, with some seasonal addition, and a bit hike in the price. It was nowhere near as expensive as it was back in Raftel, and just for that, he was grateful.

"So everyone's still here then," he asked Ace later, after they're done with their order and Makino left to take care of it. From the window overlooking the kitchen, Kid could see that his statement about Bonney just being the waitress wasn't true, as she was helping the old chef prepare some of the more basic menus and orders, "The old guys, this place. Felt like i never left,"

Ace smiled at him, quietly shushing a slumbering Luffy back to sleep against his chest while Sabo quietly colours the book he had brought with him from home. It didn't missed Kid's attention that the booth Ace chose was the very same they used to sit in back then, not them, with Bonney and the rest of the gang, but literally them, just the two of them. It brought back some much fond memories of sharing the same milkshake and a plate of fries, talking about everything and nothing. Kid remembered also sharing his dream of leaving the town here to Ace, wanting to see more of the world and asking if Ace would go with him.

Back then, his answer had been 'fuck yeah of course, ride or die', but they had been foolish teenagers. Foolish enough that they thought they'd last, even though that dating period ended as soon as they graduated and both realized they wanted different things out of life. They both wanted freedom, but they had too different of a definition. Kid's had been to travel around, which he did, until the accident robbed him of his ability to spread his wings. Ace never told him what his was - which in retrospect, should've clued Kid in that he wasn't Ace's endgame after all - but in just the few hours he had seen him again, Kid knew he had found it.

After Ace, there had been a few flings here and there in several other places he lived in, but there wasn't any of them that he was remotely interested in. Ace had been a friend first before he was a lover, and when they split, it was amicable, with a promise to contact each other again. The same couldn't be said to most of Kid's relationship.

"I missed this place," he said quietly, "Didn't think i would, when all i ever wanted then was to leave, but i did,"

"Foosha has that effect," the dark haired male across from him replied, "It's where i made all of my memories," he glanced at Kid when he said that, playful and mischievous.

Once upon a time, that look would send heat down his groin, and he'd pull the smaller male to the nearest alleyway. Now, Kid only quirked his brow, and snorted as he shook his head, "Aren't you supposed to have a husband?" he asked, before frowning, "Wait, did you husband even know that we used to date?" Ace did mention during the drive over that his husband had been the one who suggested to take Kid in after Ace explained his situation, but while Kid was gracious for it, he also wondered if he knew about that little detail of their past when he made the offer.

His worries were washed out by Ace's laughter, toned down only because he had a slumbering baby on his chest. Not that it mattered, Luffy had slept through Bonney's shouting, and that can wake up the dead, "Oh, he knows. He was there when we used to date. After 8 years together and 2 kids, i hope he can tell that there's nothing to worry about,"

"What do you mean he was there when we date? Who—"

"It means that his husband was there to witness your rather raunchy style of dating, and he had been there when you two ended your relationship. Coincidentally, that had been the start of their relationship in return,"

The new voice startled Kid, and he turned to see a familiar tired face smiling down at him, a pair of glasses hiding sky blue orbs underneath hooded eyes, "It's good to see you again, Kid. Even if the circumstances of your return was less than ideal,"

It was that formal tone that jogged his memory, along with the brief memory of that friendly smile turning into a rather angry frown of disappointment, "Mr. Newgate? That you?" he gasped, finally putting a name to the familiar face. Mr. Newgate had been a young teacher fresh out of university back when Kid was still in high school, teaching English and was even his homeroom teacher on his senior year. Out of everyone Kid met today, he had changed the most, as his clean cut look was now replaced with stubbles and he had formed his haircut into something more formal yet still resembling the old mohawk he used to wear, the same one that used to have his student nicknaming him 'pineapple'.

…Not that it's any better now.

Mr. Newgate grimaced, though there's a hint of humour on his expression, "Being called Mr. Newgate reminded me too much of the unfortunate days i had you as a student. Just call me Marco, Kid," he said with a little chuckle, "I hope you are settling in well. Sorry i couldn't pick you up from the station, but some of my students needed an extra lesson and i have promised to spare them the time,"

"Nah, it's alright— Wait, why would you pick me up from the station? I thought Ace was—"

Ace was biting his lower lips now, quivering in a silent laughter, and the expression on Marco's face was no better. Kid looked in between them, and even to Sabo, who was still colouring on his book, occasionally scratching his blond—

Blond hair.

"You married our goddamn homeroom teacher?!"

"I would appreciate it if you watch your language around my children, Kid, they're at a very impressionable age,"

Okay, so maybe that shouldn't be all that surprising. Even back during high school, Marco - and it's going to be weird thinking of him like that when he's been Mr. Newgate in nearly a decade - despite being a teacher, was close to their juvenile group. He had been the only teacher who hadn't written them off entirely as a lost cause, and it was in fact due to his help and encouragement that he managed to graduate in the first place. After his and Ace's break up and his announcing his intention to leave town to the group, Bonney had complained that Ace came to Marco of all people for comfort, instead of any of them.

It seems like something else must've culminated from that.

Soon, the food arrived, and Kid learned that Foosha may changed bit by bit, but RipOff Bar was frozen in time, down to its food. His favorite meatlover pizza still had the same density and flavor to it, down to the crunchy base and the rich, sweet tomato. Makino's coffee was still one of the best there is, at least, he's sure it is if he's allowed to take it, but unfortunately, his medication prevents him from consuming any sort of caffeine. Still, the smell from Marco's cup was heavenly, and despite stuffing his face full with a large plate of creamy pizza, it made his mouth water.

Dinner with the little family was pleasant, and it helps Kid to keep up to date with what he had missed out on for the last 8 years. His old gang was still around, minus Apoo, who has a moderately known band and was struggling to make it even bigger, and while most had their own lives, they promised to pop in once in a while to check in on him. Marco and Ace got married nearly two years after he left, and though Marco still taught in their high school, he was also one of the lectures for the new university branch, which kept him busy most of the time. These days Sabo and Luffy ate up most of Ace's time, but before the two of them, he used to work in the local animal shelter, which is how Dragon came to their house. He planned to return once Luffy was old enough.

In the middle of this conversation, Kid excused himself to the bathroom, and found that even that detail did not change from his memory. He would've reminisce further if his bladder hadn't been demanding attention, so he took the furthest urinal and began to painstaking process of dealing with zipper with only one hand. The loss of his arm inconvenience him is a lot of ways, and going to the public bathroom has become one of it.

In his haste and panic that he might not make it in time, Kid was barely aware of his surrounding, but once he finally succeed, he finally noticed the one closed bathroom stall and the low sound of panting. Living in the big city has taught him many things that could've happened in the men's restroom, and he was about to curse his luck - as well as curse out whoever it is because hey, this is a family restaurant and there's children outside - when the panting stopped, and was replaced with a rather horrible sound of retching.

"You okay in there?" he called out, after the person stopped sounding like they're trying to regurgitate their entire organ out, and was now panting and sniffling even harder than before, "You had food poisoning or something? Need an ambulance?" He never heard of anyone being sick after eating from RipOff, because Shakky is really tight about the quality of her products.

There's no reply, and Kid was too focused in waiting for one that he didn't realize he had long since stopped producing streams of bodily waste.

After a moment, there's a telltale sound of the toilet being flushed, but even as he waited until someone came out of the closed stall, no one ever did. He quickly tug himself back to his pants, making his way over to the closed stall door and pressing his ear against it. There's still the sound of weak panting, and briefly worry clouded his mind, "Hey, you sure you're okay in there?" he called again, knocking on the locked door, "You didn't pass out or something did you?" Again, no reply.

The red head was about to knock again when the door was suddenly thrown open and Kid nearly gaped.

The term 'tall, dark and handsome' was probably created for this specific man. Tanned, flushed skin, cat-like eyes, lean body, and a handsome face not even his feverish state and those horrible eye bags can hide. In fact, not even the horrid smell of bile that wafted from behind him deter Kid in anyway, nor does the fact that he was faced with the most dark, tired, enticing yet angry pair of eyes, "Yes, i'm fine," the stranger gritted out, "Now can you please shut the hell up,"

It took Kid a moment and a push for him to finally return to reality, watching as the stranger stumbled towards the sink. He probably should be offended, but damn, even that skinny backside was amazing, "Just tryin' to help," he said lamely, "You sure you don't want a doctor or something?' He continued to watched as the man turned the tap on and scooped the running water into his palm, shovelling them into his mouth and gargle. He did this several times, then splashing his face, spitting the left over water out. It should be a pretty disgusting sight, and yet Kid's eyes couldn't help following the little beads of water that trailed down from his jaw and absorbed by his hoodie.

The stranger then wiped his face with his own sleeve, and he's a mess, but he's a hot mess, "I'm sure," he groused out, fixing Kid with another dry glare, "And i am a doctor,"

Which made Kid stare even longer because there is absolutely no way. Each of his exposed hand was full of tattoos - and he just realized that the writing on his knuckles spelled out 'death', not even his younger emo stuff went that far - he had no less than 3 visible piercings, and he's pretty sure this man is a patient more than he is a doctor.

in his shocked silence, the stranger once again tried to move, but he ended up keeling over on his way to the doorway. Kid was immediately on high alert, rushing over to the man. He was hissing and grimacing, face twisted in pain, "Fuck," the raven haired man hissed softly, clutching on to his stomach tightly. Kid placed a hand on his shoulder, and could feel him shaking.

"Dude, i don't care if you're a doctor, i'm calling the hospital—"

"Don't you dare!" the man half-shouted, groaning in the end of his sentence, "It's nothing, trust me. It's… it's ulcers, i can see it from the vomit. I just had to take a medicine and it'll take care of itself,"

Yet despite his words, he was still panting and shivering, and if Kid hadn't been right next to him, he would've lost his balance and fell to the floor. He contemplated carrying the stubborn sick man, but as soon as he moved his arm, Kid remembered. Not for the first time, he cursed at his condition, and settled by pulling the man's arm over his shoulder and pulling him to lean over, "I don't care, doc," he hissed out, pushing the door open, "You're getting some help and that's it,"

As soon as he stumbled out of the door, Dadan took sight of it, and immediately raised enough ruckus to alert everyone else, "Oh my god, what happened?! Makino, call an ambulance!" The old woman cried, before making her way over, "What in the name of— Dr. Trafalgar!"

So he really is a doctor, "Found him like this in the bathroom," Kid told her, adjusting his grip on the lean man. Underneath his hand, Kid could feel the man's ribs pressing unto his palm. For a doctor, he sure as hell ain't taking care of his own health, "He said it's ulcers, think you got something for him?"

She didn't, understandably, but they didn't have to worry too much as the ambulance came not soon after. The paramedic that came in, wearing a cap that says 'Penguin' across it cursed the moment he entered the door and saw Dr. Trafalgar, "He said he's resting at home, why the hell did i even believe him?" Kid hear him mutter before carting the doctor away. The entire event happened in less than 5 minutes, and the redhead was still in daze when it all ended.

"Kid, are you alright?" Ace asked as he walked up to his side, both hands clamped down on Sabo's shoulder. Back on their table, Marco was holding Luffy, who was fussing and crying, probably startled by all of the commotion, "What just happened?"

Kid could only shook his head, staring at the rapidly distancing ambulance.

From right next to him, Sabo announced, "Yuck, your zipper's down,"

And that concludes Eustass Kid's first day back in Foosha.

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